Here I hear
Poetry
With a pickle back

Tonight I touch
Silence
With a low-ball sigh

Morning I make
Life
With life's first breath

In dying
There is
Awakening

I shed my skin
Like Christians
Wash away
Their Sins

God orders no government
He has
No system
We can comprehend

Use His words
For your own
And soon see His back

If He even has one

Policy
Laws
Orders

I haven't built this
I was never asked
I never got a letter
Of Inquiry

At the end of the day
I was told

So tell me
Something worthwhile

So tell me
Something I can believe in

So tell me
Something I would want my
Unborn daughter to hear

Show me something
I can get behind
Can die for
Can live for

Hope failed us

And what else is there
After hope?

106 antonyms
I could tell you

You're old enough
Smart enough
Able enough

You do it

Google it.